All good or all powerful?
Me: Would you mind if I brought a picture of Alison up with us?
Gymgirl: Of course not.
We got out of the city late so didn’t end up there until after a quarter past six and checked into the Marriott there.
Her: You never stayed in a hotel here before?
Me: I have but this is nicer than what I was used to. When I came back after I graduated, I did mostly couch surfing.
It was late so I persuaded them to go eat dinner at one of the food halls I used to go to as a freshman there, RPU. It was almost empty, which was just great for me.
Ras’s brother had some friends join us.
Friend: Y’know, you’re just a little over a year older than my dad.
Me: Well, this dinner’s ruined. (turning to RL) Thanks for inviting your friend to come eat with us.
Neither Gymgirl nor I had been feeling well; the kid got a stomach bug and we, in turn, did as well.
Ras: Man, you ate a lot.
Me: Imagine what I woulda eaten if I wasn’t sick.
I walked them through my campus at night where I kept thinking that Alison woulda loved to have been there. I told her about the clock tower there and she said it sounded nice.
We went to my cousin’s office for a bit where we had a beer and then finished the night over sangria in Collegetown.
RL: I recall Neil DeGrass Tyson once said that you can’t have a God that is both all good and all powerful. He has to be either one or the other.
Me: My friend believes – very much – in god but has always said something really similar that answers that.
RL: Which is?
Me: He believes god exists but is convinced he’s evil. He said that every grotesque leader was once loved and thought of as a savior. That what the Devil’s all about. (shrugging) I don’t know what to believe but I see his point better than ever now.